It was 11:45 A.M. on Saturday morning, and there were about 25 people lined out the door at Killen’s Barbecue in Pearland, a town in South Houston. From what I’ve been told, this is nothin’. In the past few years, a handful of Texas BBQ joints have taken on the challenge of raising the bar and expectations for meat lovers by serving smoked meats packing even more seasoning, flavor, and fat than the standard ‘ol barbecue. Texans and...

It had been far too long since I had done a proper brunch. I do not mean the white tablecloth, country club affair you may attend with your family after church. I mean boozy, napkin-optional brunch with your friends to catch up over tacos or re-live the crazy (insert: dancing on the bar/falling down stairs/singing at the drive-through speaker) kind of night you just woke up from at 12:30 PM on a Sunday. My Saturday nights...

Photo By: Barnaby’s Cafe “Barnaby was a big sheepdog who went to heaven when I was 12. He brought me much joy and happiness. Years later when I opened my first restaurant, I named it after my favorite childhood pal. We hope you enjoy your visit.” With a moniker so sentimental, it is no surprise that the owner of Barnaby’s Café has put his heart and soul into this local neighborhood joint. Barnaby’s, known for its consistently...

The crispy Brussels sprouts at Benjy’s are arguably some of the best in Houston. These miniature cabbages, roasted, flash fried and generously coated in aged, French banyuls vinegar, are transformed into a crispy, tangy and sweet addiction that will keep you coming back for more. With each bite, coarse shreds of parmesan and thickly sliced green onions will join the Brussels sprouts, introducing more texture and umami to the dish....

It is August in Houston, Texas. For some, this statement may evoke feelings of dread, as this is the peak of our brutal summer heat. On top of that, kids are forced to go back to school, resulting in back-to-school sales that cause every mall in Houston, and the streets surrounding them, to become the bane of our existence. Trust me, I’m right there with you—I work next to the Galleria. But I can put these feelings aside, because...

I was about to leave the office on Tuesday evening when it suddenly hit me: I needed a hot dog for dinner. What you don’t realize is just how big of a deal this was. Only a few weeks ago, I was in Detroit visiting family where I was introduced to a 3 AM Coney Island hot dog that led to a rather unfortunate traveling situation the next day. Now that I could finally mustard muster up the courage to look a hot dog square in the eye, I...